Come, and Be My Baby

Come, and Be My Baby

Today’s post is dedicated to my readers, YOU. Thank you; you are a Valentine to me every day. We are having a small dinner tonight for friends old and new, and every one has been asked to bring a poem to read. I was torn between “There once was a […]

Today’s post is dedicated to my readers, YOU. Thank you; you are a Valentine to me every day.

We are having a small dinner tonight for friends old and new, and every one has been asked to bring a poem to read. I was torn between “There once was a man from Nantucket…” and something by Maya Angelou. Just kidding. Sort of. But I am feeling a little sentimental, so I chose Maya Angelou, and I will dedicate the reading to my Cowboy, His Grace, my Valentine. (That is his full title, in case you were wondering.) If you don’t have a Valentine right this minute, you save this for when you do, ’cause this poem is the bomb. It also seems appropriate for someone who watches too much Fox News. Just sayin’.

Come, and Be My Baby, by Maya Angelou

The highway is full of big cars
going nowhere fast
And folks is smoking anything that’ll burn
Some people wrap their lives around a cocktail
glass
And you sit wondering
where you’re going to turn
I got it.
Come. And be my baby.

Some prophets say the world is gonna end
tomorrow
But others say we’ve got a week or two
The paper is full of every kind of blooming
horror
And you sit wondering
What you’re gonna do.
I got it.
Come. And be my baby.

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